Dad Is A Body Builder Ch 04

"Do you think that he has better back development than I do?" Doug asked his son, Mark, as they entered their hotel room.

"I think his muscles show better only because he's taller than you. You've got better shoulder development but I think he got graded up on his lats. They really were impressive." Mark paused then added. "But I think you've got a better overall presentation, Dad."

Doug stood by his bed removing the trousers of his warm up suit before stripping from the jacket. Standing in front of a mirror, wearing only a t-shirt and jock strap, he flexed as though evaluating himself before saying aloud, "Well, fuck it. It was my first try in Seniors Division. I'll get the son-of-a-bitch next year."

"That-a-way Dad, you'll beat him next year," Mark replied. He watched his father as he flexed his chest muscles before the mirror then stripped out of the t-shirt, tossing it aside on the floor. As the muscular man walked towards the bathroom in their shared hotel room he lowered his jock strap and allowed it to slide down his thighs before kicking it backward to land beside the r-shirt. "I think I'll take a shower," he added, "get some of this sweat off," while flipping the bathroom light on and walking in.

Mark stood watching as his dad opened the shower door, bent down exposing his muscular ass and his crack while he adjusted the water temperature and flow, and then stepped into the tub while sliding the door closed. Mark thought to himself, "But you had far and away the best ass, Dad." Then the young man lay back on his bed waiting for his father to finish with his shower.

Mark had been perpetually horny since Reuben had left their home. He had hoped to see him at this contest but the division in which he was competing was another weekend. He and his dad had only come up for the seniors division.

He also knew that Reuben was married and had made a point of saying that he didn't expect any further contact between. Still Mark had continued to have expectations of more between the two of them.

"That helps, I feel better," Mark heard his father say, snapping him from a light sleep and dreams of Reuben. Doug had returned to their bedroom and, as he lay down in the opposite bed he said, "I think I'll take a nap too."

"I'm awake now," Mark injected sitting upright in his bed. "I've got an idea," He continued, "If you'd like one I could give you a massage." He thought to himself that it would be good to feel some naked muscles, even if they were his father's.

"You sure you don't mind?" Doug replied; "Man, that would be great."

"Naw, I'm not tired anyway and you could probably stand to relax a little after that competition this morning."

Mark walked into the bathroom to grab a couple of large towels. "Here," he said tossing them to his father, "lie on these and they'll keep oil off of the sheets." He returned holding the bottle that they had used to oil Doug's body before the competition. "This stuff will work fine for a massage," he said.

Mark's father now laid spread eagle naked on the bed in front of him. The younger man unbuckled his trousers and stepped from them before removing his shirt. Now wearing only a pair of briefs he kneeled on the bed beside his father.

'Squeezing the bottle, he poured a stream of oil over the man's massive shoulders and down his back, then across each butt cheek down to the man's legs. He next quickly began spreading the oil over his dad's body using rapid, light strokes.

"There," he said, "you're all greased up now," as he leaned forward to begin firmly massaging his father across his shoulders. "You are tense back here Dad," he noticed as he massaged, "You have been uptight over this competition."

'I guess so," the younger man her mumbled face down into the bed. "I suppose I wanted to come back to competition in a big way."

"Fuck, Dad, you did." Mark said as he massaged down to the lower back. "Finishing second in a national competition after not competing for three years is a big deal."

Mark couldn't decipher his father's mumbled replay as he used the heel of his palms to press into the man's lower back muscles. He was beginning a light sweat from his exertion.

While he applied pressure downward his fingers began kneading his father's large gluteus muscles. Slowly he pressed into the shapely mounds feeling the firmness beneath the skin. Using his fingers he pulled each muscle outward from the crack while he allowed his touch to lightly feather across the softer skin inside the butt crack. He thought that he heard a faint grunting with each stroke. This was a technique that he'd learned from Reuben, but never tried on his father.

On the previous times that he'd massaged his dad, Mark had carefully stayed away from body areas that might be considered overly-sensitive. This time he decided to push these boundaries.

After he completed massaging the glutes he gave his attention to his dad's legs. The muscular calves were dense and required a full exertion of his strength to delve into each muscle. Up the leg from the calves he massaged each massive thigh, allowing the upward strokes of his fingers to feather lightly into the upper thighs beneath his dad's balls. He even felt the tips of his fingers stroke across his father's scrotum, again producing more small grunts from his dad.

As Mark massaged his father's body, stroking and kneading the muscles, exhilaration came over him not unlike the titillations he first felt as he explored his sexual feelings. His cock had begun to grow erect in his underwear.

Leaning backward on his calves he said, "That pretty well covers this side, Dad, do you want to turn over? With that his father gave several grunts as he turned in the bed.

"Oops," Doug said looking down his body to see that his penis was partially inflated from blood. "I guess I needed this than I thought," he said while lying back and closing his eyes.

Mark sat on his heels looking downward at his father's naked body with his cock lying partially swollen on his stomach. His pubic hair had been trimmed to stubble and shaved where it might have been exposed by the suit he wore.

Mark adjusted his own prick downward in his underwear before he began, once again applying oil over his father's body. As the young man rubbed on his dad's frontal side the temptation to lightly graze the man's cock with his touch grew until he allowed it to happen. Just as suddenly there was a response as his dad's cock quickly flushed with blood and rose firm from his stomach.

Mark continued the task of massaging his father's muscular body while also inventing strokes that would pass by or directly under his father's inflated pole. His own cock had risen and its head protruded above the waist band of his underwear.

As he massaged his father with strokes that slid upward from the hips to chest a hand suddenly reached to take hold of Mark's hand. "Stop right there," his dad said. Then using a firm grasp Doug moved Marks' hand and placed it over his cock. "You keep missing a muscle," he said while removing his own hand.

Mark's breath caught in his chest for a moment when he realized what his dad had implied. His palm could feel the heat of his father's erection. Slowly his fingers began to move grasping the shaft to begin lightly squeezing and stroking. With his first touches, his father's chest began rising and falling more rapidly than before. He could hear a sound coming from his father's chest that was new to him, it sounded animal.

Mark was on his knees beside his father as he stroked when he felt fingers lightly tug on the waistband of his briefs. Looking at his dad he noticed him nod and quietly say, "Take these off."

Naked he continued his stroking of the hard cock in his hands when he felt fingers clasp around his own erection. Startled, he jumped in surprise before he realized that it was his father stroking his cock.

Encouraged to go further, he leaned over to place his mouth down over his father's hard prick. "My god," he thought to himself, "I'm sucking my dad."

Up and down his head plunged while hot breath poured through his nostrils. He heard his father groan as he increased the speed while with his tongue he licked over the head of the hard cock. Mark could feel pre-cum flowing freely from his own cock as his father stroked him father and faster.

Soon both men were oblivious to anything other than the sensations of their cocks and each other's breathing, now in sharp jolts. Mark heard a growl from his father as he felt fingers over his skull beginning to shove his head downward while he attempted to swallow his dad's swollen prick. Just at that moment he screamed inwardly to feel his own hot cum splash out of his prick and onto his legs.

Doug arched backward pressing downward on his son's head in an attempt to drive his prick deep into Mark's throat. At the same time he felt the slick covering of cum that suddenly flowed over his grasp from his son's cock. With his senses he registered the sharp scent of the young man's cum. Before he could register it all with his mind he felt his own juice shoot abruptly through his cock and into Mark's mouth, splashing as it went down the boy's throat.

Shortly Mark's sucking on his father's cock stopped and his released the deflating shaft to fall back onto Doug's stomach. Just as soon Doug relaxed his grip on his son's cock to feel it fall away returning to Mark's body. With this mutual signal that each of their fire was extinguished, Mark laid down beside his father, who turned to him and said, "Well, that's a prize that makes second place worthwhile."